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> 2023-01-30

Vacuum In A Jar

Sometimes, my poems start with "sometimes".

Those sometimes I cry.

Time, I do always write about it.

No grasp, but I try.

Crimes, I think I'll commit one once.

Fear shadows those thoughts.

Prays, though I feel like an atheist.

Please ignore it, gods.

Slaves, what I think we all become.

To things, we think we want.

Poem, no, it's just a disguised story.

One of the many ones.

A story, with no end, or a beginning.

It's of a different kind.

Stress, my only cause of disappointment.

And It's a long line.

Love, I thought, could handle it well.

Foolish! I was wrong.

Reason, It's not you or the system over us.

It was me all along.

Scared, I thought that I can't ever be.

Cause you always were behind.

Empty, I always am, I need some more time.

With no one but you as mine.

Story, I am trying to write about love.

Sadness is what occurred.

Fear, if not? What might be love, then?

Of breaking someone's heart.

Maybe it's time, I need to change.

I'll tell you the things I see till range.

I see you as vacuum in a jar.

Of space that I love.

Much care and love to it.

You don't get to sob.

Surrounded by the forces.

Atmosphere, enemy of yours.

It's me, yes! I am the jar.

I won't break, pushes I endure.

There's no cure, once a hole.

Nothing will be the same, I'm sure.

Delicate and vulnerable, oh you!

A story for my emptiness, you're pure.